Poems for the mentally ill

Dear Ana

~ anorexia ~

You came into my life, at a time i was tired and weak,

You promised you could make my life, just a little bit

less bleak.

I believed the sweet lies you told me, i'll help you,

guide you, hide you. You said you'd make me thin

if only i knew what else you'd bring.

You stood by my side and made everyone else hide.

Said you were all i needed, ana & Mia "we'll make

things sweeter."

One less meal, one less bite, one less calorie,

until it totals null. Use your fingers, try a toothbrush,

do it all, it's worth the thrill.

Finally i thought i'd made a friend, until i looked in

the mirror and realised dead was the only way this

could end.

I woke up in the hospital, a ghost of the girl i once was

daggers for knees and bones for fingers, i was so blind

parents please keep that in mind.

Eventually i made it home, although ana was never far

from the phone. Gradually i restored my weight, just one

bite at a time, till there were no bones in sight.

As things got better my grin became a winner, they finally

had their friend back, no longer a slave too the sinner. Despite

the progress and all i ate for dinner, this little girl still somehow grew

thinner.

Three weeks in the hospital and the doctor sat my parents down,

"relapse" he said simply "It stole her" He mumbled more quickly.

"But she was doing so well" my parents dwell. "How could this of happened, my world has been dampened."

They looked around my bedroom and found the journal that voiced the silent sound.

Ana's voice is pretty, i wrote, but dad just says 'stop being silly.'

My parents realisation grew, finally they knew. This battle was a silent deadly one

and ana held the gun.